My Golden Fairy
Thou met me in the weeks of January,
Thou seemed to be a damsel out of the woods of fairy-
Thy beauty, thy grace
Like the snow flakes the colour of thy face.
Let it be morning or a stormy night,
Thy beauty cheers my sight-
Thy freshness like a rose ,
Makes my verses come just as a river flows.
Oh dear! How will I utter how much I covet you,
Thy thoughts like a canopy cover me like the sky blue-
Thy murmur,thy sigh,
Have the mute beauty of mountains high.
Still I fail to express my feels -what a pity--
But I love you dear ,Oh! my sweety!!
Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008
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